It wasn’t often that Ranma considered changing his clothing style; what he usually wore was perfectly capable of making both of his forms look good and surviving the everyday hardships of his battle-heavy life. Right now, though, he would have gone ten rounds with Taro if it meant earning a looser pair of pants; making ‘adjustments’ only helped so much after having six more extremely attractive women fall all over him in almost as many minutes…
Wondergirl was next to be let loose, and it took a little longer than it had for either of the other two superheroines to get her to calm down, something about some guy called Heracles, but eventually Supergirl and Batgirl had sorted her out. The teen Amazon had her hair tied up in a high ponytail, and was wearing an extremely short red dress with a few golden stars, with a wide golden belt around her waist and matching gold star earrings on her ears. Like her older sister, she wore gleaming silvery bracers on each forearm and had a golden lasso at her hip, the latter of which had prompted a barrage of kinky commentary from Supergirl and an offer to teach some advanced knot-tying from Batgirl before the trio was joined by Starfire.
The redheaded Tamaranian, after a quick introduction and confirmation that Ranma was a friend, and after squeezing Ranma in an embrace that felt part Shampoo, part Kasumi, and part giant squid (the kind that dragged screaming sailors to their dooms), she had flown over to her fellow heroines and greeted them all with similar hugs and cheerily enthusiastic declarations of eternal sisterhood. Judging by the way the three other heroines eyed the very thin, almost transparent variation of her usual costume stretched over her lithe body, it was a safe bet that they didn’t quite have the same kind of sisterhood shared by the Tendo girls in mind.
From the next cracked-open chamber stumbled a slim, darkly-hooded and cloaked female. Raven recovered quickly and, with a faint blush barely visible through the shadows under the ‘beak’ of her hood, glided silently over to rest of the teenaged ladies without even waiting for Ranma’s by-now standard explanation. Whatever the young half-demon was wearing underneath her all-concealing cloak must have been impressive, though, judging by Kara’s wolf-whistling and the subsequent tightening of Raven’s grip on the inside of her cloak in an effort to discourage the teasing efforts of the other girls to open up the floor-length garment.
A girl even paler in skin tone than Raven was the next to fall into Ranma; Argent, a girl whose powers effectively gave her a natural red-toned green lantern ring. The gothic teen’s wardrobe was black from the waist up, the tight bodice of her dress was black, as was the thin black choker around her neck, the bicep length fingerless gloves covering her arms, and the eyeliner and lipstick on her face. Besides her black knee-high socks, her color of choice for her thick-soled Mary Janes and the very short skirt portion of her dress was a dark red, matching her red eyes and the red streaks dyed into her otherwise black hair. A final notable addition to her appearance was the ‘A’ made up of three thin red lines and seemingly tattooed onto her chest just between her collarbone and her small breasts. After a deep breath to calm his nerves, Ranma had blurted out his quick explanation, and had received a wink and a pinch on the butt from the British metahuman before she joined the rest of the growing team.
The seventh woman to be released from the pods was LARGE. A little under six and a half feet tall, with broad (for a woman) shoulders, heavily muscled limbs, and razor-sharp claws on each finger, the wrestler known throughout Mexico as Pantha was a towering and powerful female athlete. Larger than the vast majority of men, Pantha still managed to attract a lot of attention by looks alone, thanks in no small part to the mane of well-kept brunette hair that tumbled from her tiger-themed mask down to her mid-back, her curvaceous yet solid backside, and by far the largest breasts of any of the girls thus far released from their pods. Ranma had first-hand knowledge of just how bountiful those breasts were, having had his face planted firmly between them when he’d anticipated having to catch a much smaller girl. Though his life had flashed before his eyes once, then a second time (with several new additions that might have been flashes from previous lifetimes) when Pantha had laughed and squeezed the martial artist deeper into her black-clad cleavage, Ranma had been strangely disappointed when she’d let him go and stalked over to join the snickering group of younger girls.
The final pod in the row appeared to be empty for a long moment, but just before Ranma could shrug and turn around to the next pod a slender figure slid out of the pod’s shadowed interior and towards Ranma, coming to a stop when she was bare inches away from the pigtailed male. Cheshire’s face was completely concealed behind a c-c-ca…fuzzy-demon-thing mask, complete with reflective lime-green lenses for eyes, pointed ears, purple and pink streaks for eyebrows and whiskers, and a viciously sharp-toothed grin stretching almost the entire width of the mask. Behind the mask, the girl’s long black hair was tied into two long tails, bound near the ends and reinforced with what was most likely several concealed metal rods; if she flicked her hair properly, she’d probably be able to score some pretty solid blows against an opponent. Further down, Cheshire was clothed in a green kimono that looked like a cross between something Mousse would wear and something Shampoo would wear; long baggy sleeves to hide numerous weapons within, and cut short to show off long, smooth legs. Ranma’s eyes made it back up to her face just in time to see her mask tilt back up; apparently, she’d been giving him the once-over as well. A quick summary of the Ataru jerk’s actions, and she’d nodded once sharply before spinning in place like a top, then slinking off to join the other girls, the sway of her hips kicking Ranma’s heart rate up a few notches.
A barrage of not-quite-so-hushed whispering cut through Ranma’s daydreaming, and he looked up to see Kara holding her hands out about a foot apart where all the girls could see, a wicked grin on her lips. He squinted slightly. ‘Nah, that’s more like ten inches…and what are they all staring at?’ Guesstimating and following the lines of sight of the eight females, he quickly found himself staring directly down at his- “ERK!” Spinning around to present his back to the crowd, Ranma doggedly studied the next row of pods. If he had entertained any thoughts about not possibly being able to turn any redder from embarrassment, the GIGGLING from eight females proved him wrong, driving him to new heights of crimson skin tones.
‘Soul of Ice, Soul of Ice…’ Once he’d cooled down to a manageable level, he parked himself in front of the first pod of the second row (84% conversion!? Damnit!) and slapped the red button. It was the usual routine; a hissing sound, gas over the floor, and hot babe falls out. This particular dark-clothed babe was a pale-skinned, green-eyed brunette whose bangs were pure white. Ranma was just about to introduce himself to the girl whose arms had wrapped around his waist-
*CRUNCH!*
-when unbelievable agony exploded through his back, and as the martial artist’s vision darkened he idly noticed that he couldn’t feel his legs any more…
To Ranma’s point of view, both an eternity and only a second passed from the time he blacked out from indescribable pain to the time he woke up in no pain and standing on legs he could definitely still feel. Then he realized he was standing on the inside of a POD.
A certain blonde’s voice sounded from the outside of the pod. “Don’t have a heart attack, Stud; we had to put you in there to save your life.”
Stepping out of the pod and into the light, Ranma took one look at his arms and decided that a heart attack might not be such a bad idea. “Why am I freaking orange!?”
Zipping forward over the heads of Raven and Argent, Starfire latched onto Ranma like a barnacle and squealed joyfully, “Friend Ranma, you are a Tamaranian now, just like me!”
Seven of the other women groaned, though Raven just sighed, being used to the redhead’s exuberant personality by now. “Star, the plan was to try to break it to him gently, remember?”
The female Tamaranian blinked innocent green eyes at her half-demon friend. “I do not understand how it is you break something gently, so the telling of the truth seemed the easier option.”
Ranma spoke up, drawing everyone’s’ attention back to himself. “And I appreciate it, but that doesn’t really explain why I’ve been turned into an alien. Supergirl?”
The Argosian twitched a hair at being singled out, but stepped forward out of the rough semicircle of heroines and villainess and set about covering their collective (and very attractive) asses. “Well, after you broke out Rogue she…uh, gave you a bit of a squeeze. Thing is, she’s a lot stronger now than she remembers being when she went to bed last night, so she sorta snapped your spine like a piece of uncooked spaghetti. Shattered, really, if you want to get technical.” She trailed off for a second, reliving that awful moment when she heard her boytoy’s vertebrae splintering like any one of the many logs she’d pulverized for the Kent Farm’s firewood over the past couple of years, but she shook off the nausea and perked up a little. “And she can fly now as well, which is kinda cool when you think about it.”
After staring at the blonde for a long moment, Ranma turned to the masked Barbara Gordon, looking for a more pertinent answer. “Batgirl?”
Smirking at Supergirl’s pout, Batgirl stepped forward a little herself. “None of us really had the power to heal such severe injuries, so we threw you into a pod. Unfortunately, while these particular pods are technically capable of healing injuries, their intended use is to physically and mentally alter a living being in a desired fashion. In other words, we couldn’t ‘fix’ you back to the way you were, but we could ‘remake’ you into something else, something that might stand a better chance of surviving the inevitable carnage involved in taking out everyone between us and Ataru. We chose to turn you into a Tamaranian because Tamaranian powers are tied into their emotions, and Raven sensed that you had some ability controlling your own. We had also considered turning you into a Kryptonian, but it would have taken lengthy exposure to yellow sunlight before your powers would begin to manifest, and frankly, we don’t have the time.”
Surprising himself, Ranma actually understood that explanation. “So I can fly, too?”
The Dark Knight Damsel nodded. “Even through space if you wanted. You’re also a lot stronger and tougher than ever, and you’ll probably find starbolts easier to throw around than your usual Ki blasts. The pod told us a bit about you after we dumped you into it,” she explained. The redhead bit her lip slightly before continuing. “As for the necessary mental changes, we pretty much just yanked out your fear of cats, then dumped a full highschool education into your head, along with a few other bits and pieces we thought you might need. A couple of languages, driving and piloting lessons, stuff like that.” A few of the ladies blushed deeply, looking anywhere but at Ranma, while the rest sprouted wide anticipatory grins.
The martial artist wasn’t a big fan of having people poke around in his brain at the best of times, but as long as that was all they did, “…okay, I guess that isn’t too bad. But when this is over, we can look into changing me back into a human, and fixing whatever was done to you girls.” His thoughts gravitating towards the girl whose own changes had had such drastic consequences, Ranma turned to the only X-Woman currently freed from her pod. “Rogue, you ok?”
The beautiful teen mutant standing on the edge of the group lifted her hanging head, smiling weakly at the man she’d almost killed. “Ah’ll be fine. If yah wouldn’t mind getting’ mah friends out of their pods, though, ah’d appreciate it.”
The DC girls, plus anime guy, turned as one to check the X-Girls’ pods, blanching simultaneously at the glowing green ‘100% complete’ sign.
Many expletives were uttered.
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